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Church Bells are Ringing

She’s in better health than he’s ever seen her. The problem with such observation is that he can still count the number of times that they’ve been together with just the fingers on two hands. “Well ... hello to you too.” The smile on her face barely registers with him before he is forced to make acquaintances with her back. She scurries off behind four scurrying feet, light steps trail even lighter steps. “She told me that we’re going shopping. That you need a dress and I need a suit - a suit that fits.” Her exact words as he’s outgrown even his father’s clothes. “She wrote down the addresses for me” he adds as he pulls pieces of card from his back pocket, creased but the writing still legible.

#t;cbar #[ i just noticed that it has some resemblance to a word hahaha ]#[ coke bar ]#[ don't do coke ]#[ tell ur chem major roommate not to make coke ]

Church Bells are Ringing

She’s clad in a dress, a simple one she can slide in and out of as they maneuver themselves through a thousand dresses and a hundred suits. Her makeup is done neatly, presentable and comparable to the subtlety she wishes for the actual wedding. The word strikes her as odd as it crosses her mind. They’ve skipped many, many steps of a traditional relationship -- and so she hasn’t quite warmed up to him. Yet, as he arrives, she rushes to open the door, a bag of dog food at hand and a light smile. “Just come in. I have to feed the Mongi and then we can go. I assume your mother told you?”

#t;cbar #[ but im diggin the tag.#quite catchy. ]

Church Bells are Ringing

Once again Minho has the keys to a borrowed European car twirling around his finger as he walks down a familiar hallway. He’s less nervous than he was in previous instances, less apprehensive. He might even be looking forward to seeing the occupant of the apartment though he would still have trouble admitting it to anyone without being inebriated. It is with an enthusiastic knock that he alerts the other of his presence. He would be less enthusiastic if he knew of where they were to go today.

#t;cbar #hardest part is always the title

The Morning is Simple

“I guess you’re right...” The effort it will take for her to get out of the tub after laying down might be the worst of all. A sore feeling still rests between her legs, reminding her of their night. She steps out of the bathroom. “Take a shower. Let me know once you’re done.” A pregnancy test is two weeks away. For now, she can attempt to keep her mind off of it. Since they have done the deed already, was it appropriate to continue if they still weren’t married?

#t;mis #[ way to shock us all minho #should we end it here and start smth else #we can continue #if u want to ]

The Morning is Slow

He wonders where he has misplaced his confidence. Had he thrown it out the window last night in a state of drunken passion or had he clumsily lost it like he does so many times with his phone? There would be a reward for its safe return but for the time being he would have to do without it as his hands attempt to find something to busy themselves with now that he has handed over her clothes. “A bath isn’t very fast though ...”

#t;tmis #[ i love reversals ]

The Morning is Soft

She tries to cover what she can of her body with the dress he has brought her and she can’t help but notice he has chosen underwear that isn’t meant to cover much. Yet, here he is, having a moment of his own as he recalls the last evening. He’s really embarrassing himself, she thinks, but of course, she should be nervous here. “Now you want to be shy?” She chuckles, but remembers she’s sore because of all that movement. “I’ll leave you to shower alone then... but I need to as well. Should I take a bath while you’re in the shower? That might speed up things...”

#t;mis #[ IM LAUGHING AT MINHO #how do u go from sex to this ]

The Morning is Snowing

In the few moments that he allowed himself to peek at her, he can’t help but think that she looks so much healthier with a light bronze tinge to her usually ghostly pale complexion. “What?” he asks, looking back to her, taking another peek. “No!” Now that’s all that he can think about. His body against hers under hot running water. “It’s just ... that I’m sweaty or I feel sweaty ... I mean I was moving around a lot last night so I sweated a little and ...” It seems as if he’s making things worse the more he attempts to explain himself. “Why aren’t you stopping me from talking?”

#t;tmis #[ noone wants to be a babysitter hahaha ]#[ also look at minho squirm AAHAHAHA ]

The Morning is Showering

“Now just isn’t the time to be pregnant. I haven’t even graduated yet.” Though being a year ahead through home-schooling has put her ahead, she can’t even imagine that a pregnancy would delay this graduation (which she expects to be this winter).

In preparing to receive her clothes, she’s removed herself from the toilet and shifted towards the door, but abruptly he arrives, arm extended with her clothes. Quickly, she takes the few pieces and covers herself with it. The color in her cheeks rises quickly, and an arm secures her chest. The only thing that surprises her more is what he may be asking. “Are you asking me to shower with you?

#t;mis #[ that is very true.#good company makes all the difference (sober or not)#but also in that u dont have to feel like you're watching your own and your friends' backs all the time.#laughs though #i was expecting that too #iw ould be afraid to ask sumin #shes quick to hit.

The Morning is Sarcastic

“I guess we’ll have to see when we get back what has been said while we’ve been gone.” Her parents might be protecting her chastity but he’s sure that his own are already out buying items one would normally associate with a baby shower.

He feels a bit like a pervert as he rummages through her luggage to get her a fresh set of clothes. He subconsciously picks things that are to his liking - lace underwear and a sun dress, and without a second thought he enters the bathroom, which has no lock to stop him, forgetting that she’s nude inside. “Here you ... go.” He diverts his gaze as he holds out her clothes towards her. His clothes are covered in sand from the night before. “If you’re going to shower, I should probably take one too.”

#t;tmis #[ you need good company to enjoy alcohol not strangers ]#[ minho needs to find the timing to ask he's kind of avoiding the topic rn ]

The Morning is Sinful

“Of course they will! Everyone thinks I’m a nun... or something close to it. Our parents must have told people we slept in different beds.” The likelihood of people frowning upon this is high, so she assumes they’ll vouch for them here. She considered herself, now no longer present tense, celibate, and boy was this trip a slippery slope. Does this count? She wonders. “Minho, can you get one of my dresses? Oh... and one of my bras, and underwear.” There isn’t a point to concealing that now. He’s seen it all.

She feels stressed. They’ve gone against what they should have. She can’t tell if she’s pregnant. Plan B has never been known to work. “I’m hungover. Let’s just order room service.”

#[ ya its really dangerous.#i know someone (acquaintance) that was roofied recently.#that didn't end well.#scary stuff.#but yes now sumin carries the weight of potential (but not real) pregnancy.#im waiting for minho to ask if he was good #t;tmis

The Morning is Slippery

He’s on the bed, facing the bathroom door, twiddling his thumb as he awaits the results. He’s use to failing tests so he hopes her pregnancy comes up as a negative. “I won’t tell anyone but now that I think about it, who’s going to believe that we spent a week alone together and did nothing?” He’s used to the rumours but he is sure that she is not and that he has very much spoiled her reputation.

“We’re just going to have to wait then. We could find a pharmacy and get that Plan B thing if you’re really worried ...” Surely there’s other measures they can take. “We’ll get breakfast too! We’ll get whatever you want” he adds, hoping to change the focus of the situation.

#t;tmis #[ dont accept drinks from strangers #or even people you know if they seem a lil shady #poor sumin hahaha ]

The Morning is Snug

She sits neatly on the toilet, examining the box. Being nude so openly isn’t something she can get used to. Even know, she isn’t sure if this is ideal or how sex will go if she’s sober. And yet, even when she’s in here, he’s still talking to her. “I’m not sure why she likes me already...” It isn’t like she has much to say regarding how her family feels of him. They are skeptical, and also have spent much less time with him than she has. But, he does make a point. Telling them might make it worse, how her family views him. “We’ll keep it to ourselves... Just promise me you won’t tell anyone else either. I’ll never do it again with you if you do!” And then she skims across the most important part. “It says it’s not effective if I use it now! We have to wait weeks... but I don’t feel pregnant.”

#t;mis #[ also fast for me to get drugged.#highly skeptical of others though so thats a good thing.#also yes i added that in right here as sumin sits on the toilet judging herself and everything ]

The Morning is Stupendous

He’s a little surprised himself to find what they had needed. “My mother just likes to over prepare. You’ll see for yourself soon enough. I’m sure she wasn’t making any jabs at your character. She actually likes you. She thinks you’re really pretty and that our kids will be really pr–” He catches himself before he can speak any further and jinx the situation. She’s then escaping from the room and so he takes the opportunity to dress and to gather her clothes from her. He makes an attempt to fold them but quickly realises that he does not know how. “... Do we have to tell them about this? Wouldn’t they just start putting more pressure on us?”

#t;tmis #[ at least it'll be cheap for you to get drunk #drink safely though ]#[ also for the sake of realism i googled pregnancy tests and apparently they won't work until like 3-4 weeks after ]

The Morning is Stupid

Things have really gone amiss if she’s seen him naked this early on, wandering around the little villa they have here. She holds it in her hand, then hands the other side of the blanket to him as so he may cover his... unmentionables. “Did your mom really think we would give them grandchildren this early? I get that you’re attractive but you aren’t irresistible.” And he isn’t to her, at least not this far. Her hand reaches for a pillow to cover her front as she rushes off into the bathroom, shutting the door. “I hope I do this right... and I hope you didn’t get me pregnant. If I’m not... are we going to tell our parents we have done... this?”

#t;tmis #[ oh yeah i am definitely a light weight.#LIKE A HUGE ONE lol #esp if ive had nothing in my system. little water that day.#2 shots was enough to make me giggly. ]#[ its a slippery slope so i never let myself get far. ]

The Morning is Silly

“A pregnancy test ...” He looks to his luggage, still mostly unpacked and nearly bursting at its seams. He finally gets out of bed, forgetting that he’s completely nude, and moves towards his suitcase. He unzips and he begins to rummage before he finds a first aid kit that his mother had packed for him. ‘You never know what you might need’ she had told him as he paid no particular attention. Minho is then holding out a box to Sumin. “Is this what you want?”

#t;tmis #[ 'i'll never drink again' is the lie everyone tells themselves after drinking #i'm going to assume you're a lightweight hahaha ]

The Morning is Stinging

She’s convinced he’s lying to save face, and she lets him off for it anyway but doesn’t comment on the matter any longer. Bringing the main topic back to his attention, she tries to calm down once more. “We need to go get a pregnancy test... but I’m not sure how we can here.” The thought of peeing on a plastic stick makes her want to rub her own temples. How did he convince her to get in bed with him? Or did she to him?

#t;tmis #[ i guess the typist and her are one and the same in that regard.#i say im never gonna drink again but watch me go for it.#watch her go for it and think she's pregnant a second time. ]

The Morning is Steaming

Hearing that she’s sore where he imagines her to be sore brings a flush to his cheeks. A flush of pink that she hopefully will not be able to see now that she’s thrown a pillow in his direction. He wonders if that’s a good thing or a bad thing but he does not have the gall to ask when she’s in such a volatile mood. “I didn’t mean it that way! I was just asking. I heard that the pill can mess up your hormones and stuff. I was just worried! Especially with your medical history.”

#t;tmis #[ well that's no fun. half the fun is in falling ]#[ sick and hungover seems to be the definition of sumin right now ]

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